Ten Things, 2023-20

even if they forgot to do the flippy thing, I am not the kind of asshole to then demand his free Blizzard

Here are ten things.

  1. It was Steph's birthday! Happy birthday!!!
  2. Normally, Dairy Queen is known for its hot eat and cool treats, but 'round these parts, most establishments are Treats Only. But! They serve chili dogs at the DQ in Lachine, so Steph and I made an evening out of visiting this particular location on the banks of the canal.
  3. For Defector, David Roth on Elon Musk's Twitter:
    It is a miraculous thing, or anyway an impressive one, to invent a platform on which anyone can speak to anyone/everyone else, about anything. But because these people don't really value people or togetherness very highly, or have much to say, or consider the future as anything but a place where they will become richer, they don't really know what to do with that.
  4. I keep shouting out Alex Pappademas because he's one of my favourite ex-Grantland writers, and his many of points of obsession (Ween, Keanu, Steely Dan) mirror my own. His recent profile of Dave Matthews for GQ is a corker.
  5. Music television institution The Midnight Special has revamped its YouTube page, uploading full episodes and select performances. Check out Donna Summer shoulder-shimmying through “I Feel Love” as the backing band does a pretty good job of interpolating Giorgio Moroder, or Christopher Cross performing “Sailing” in an Earl Campbell Houston Oilers jersey.
  6. Australian producer Dankmus, who turns classic Simpsons episodes into chill and/or groovy tracks, returns from a two-year hiatus with a rollicking plastic funk number.
  7. Patrick Willems goes Bollywood.
  8. The 2023 Cannes Film Festival is in full swing, and I'm thrilled that the notices for the new Martin Scorsese film Killers of the Flower Moon are positive.
  9. In anticipation of Master Gardener, the great Scott Tobias goes long one of my favourite Paul Schrader films, Light Sleeper.
  10. “Mushrooms” by Laura Kasischke:
    Like silent naked monks huddled
    around an old tree stump, having
    spun themselves in the night
    out of thought and nothingness—
    And God so pleased with their silence He grants them teeth and tongues.
    Like us.
    How long have you been gone? A child’s hot tears on my bare arms.